Sits on her chair rocking,
All a pretense, not a care in the world,
Should the world outside believe it,
Maybe not,
Drug abuse and over used,
Left her a ******,
Or did it,
She's really rather clever,
But only when she wants,
Her mind is fried,
That's how it comes across,
She is deep in a tragic destiny,
Where she remains entrenched,
Has no desire for normality,
It's really all a chore,
Has no care about her hair,
Normality is a total bore,
Her dress sense sadly missing,
She's a mess,
Lost her family,
All grown,
As geese they've flown,
How she ever managed no-one will ever know,
She has a gang of rebels,
Running on a power trip,
They are really stable,
Mother's just a case.....,
A box of frogs in eccentricity,
Probably her age,
Defiant till her dying day,
Now she wants to make amends,
Her children are her enemies ,
She wants to retrieve them,
To keep them as her friends!
By ladylivvi1

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